Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters appearing in the Dragon Ball Z series. This is purely fan fiction. I'm not making any profit from this story.

Warnings: Contains Yaoi (male/male sexual situations) between Kaioshin and Kibito.

Author's Note: I began appreciating this pairing after re-watching the DBZ series. Mix in the idea of this couple and some sexual frustration and this fic is what you get.

I haven't authored anything since 2006 so I am extremely out of practice. Hell, I only wrote this story due to extreme boredom and an apparent significant lack of this pairing. Hopefully someone out there enjoys it besides me. If you do, I'd love to discuss it with you.

The Noose

Part 1

The world of the Kai was as beautiful as it had ever been – at least to those blessed enough to live within its peaceful atmosphere.

Many moons hung in the balance of the planet, cradled in a gentle light that seemed to originate from the world itself. Clearly visible from the surface of the fertile lands, the moons only added to the mystical feeling flowing through the abundant ki that the planet breathed.

Lavender acted as the predominant color present on Kaiooshin-kai, adding to the air of tranquility only found so pure in this place. From the sky, clear waters reflected the color, mixed with the greens of the photosynthetic plant life sprouting from the rich soil below. Flowers spread in full bloom, vibrant and aromatic. Trees stood, their limbs twisted like united calligraphy of numerous languages, their leaves gently swaying at the caress of the planet's sucrose-smelling breeze.

This same draft reached across the lands, tickling the liquid that trickled through creeks and fell gracefully from waterfalls. Mineral hot springs bubbled abundantly from their hiding places in the hillsides. Sometimes, when the wind shifted, it carried with it the faintest steam, tempting life to come and reside within the therapeutic waters.

From his resting place in a lush bed of grass, the Supreme Kai stared out into the sky, tracing the faint outline of a distant moon with educated eyes. There were no reasons why he was doing as he did. He was simply existing – peacefully patient as time stretched on.

He was one with the planet in body and soul, his skin matching the light lavender of the atmosphere. His strikingly white hair complimented the stars and moons above. Characteristic of a Supreme Kai, his locks were arranged as a mohawk, the portion resting closest to his youthful face fallen aside to tickle the tips of his elfish ears. Occasionally he reached up to rub at teasing touch before giving his golden Potara earring an absent flick. The dangling weight of the jewelry was comforting.

For years, he lay as he did this day, failing to grow tired of the sights surrounding him. There were times meant to be spent in recreation and there were other moments devoted to appreciating life at its simplest. With this entire being, Kaioshin knew that now was one of those times.

Sometimes, even for a Supreme Kai, life could be amicable. As the highest ranking God in the universe, existence could also become complex. He had experienced such times, however rare they were, and was capable of making the most out of the peace he felt now.

He was not alone in this solace. Besides him rested a form significantly larger than Kaioshin in both in height and breadth. Kibito, his loyal and trusted bodyguard, mirrored Kaioshin's position with legs splayed and hands resting upon the layer of formal sash tied about his abdomen.

To any mortal, Kibito served as an intimidating sight. He was easily four times the size of the petite figure besides him. Even when relaxed, his naturally rouge skin was lined with harsh experiences and his expression was dour. Similar to the Supreme Kai, Kibito's hair was white, though it was thinner and rougher in texture. The straight strands were strictly tucked behind his own pointed ears, adding to his austere appearance.

Despite the common belief, Kaioshin did not enlist Kibito for his semblance. Any being within a considerable distance of the deity's servitor would feel the strength emanating from his aura of ki. Even more useful to the divinity was his protector's rare abilities. For times such as these, where his true purpose was not in demand, Kibito simply provided company. He was a soul to share life with – the only other higher being on the planet besides Kaioshin.

Some time ago, the limited company would have disconcerted Kaioshin. Now he was content.

Kibito, the divinity reached out telepathically, finding it less abrasive than vocalizing after periods of silence. I believe today is positively arresting. I can't seem to find the ambition to do much of anything.

In response, Kibito shifted his gaze to look at the face now turned towards him.

I understand, Master. If you, a Supreme Kai, cannot force yourself to proceed with your divine duties, how can I?

Kaioshin laughed gently as he sat up. A few stray strands of grass clung to the traditional tunic he wore.

"Truly, Kibito. I cannot expect you to be my drive."

Inevitably, though, Kibito was at times. Kaioshin could be too easily distracted by the serenity of their environment. He was yet a vernal Kai – not due to indiscipline or lack of devotion, but because he had but thousands of years of experience. He would have millions more, in time. Kibito understood this well and so offered an idea to aid the quietly yawning deity.

"The universe always appreciates a watchful eye, Master," he said as he stood, reaching a hand down to help the deity to his feet. Kaioshin accepted, his elegantly petite hand easily lost within the giant grasp of the other.

"Thank you, Kibito."

"Of course, my Master," was Kibito's reply. Without spoken word, he could have easily read the appreciation in Kaioshin's dark and expressive eyes.

"I do suppose you are right, my friend," Kaioshin said. He bent slightly at the waist to brush at his tunic. Those slivers of grass fell to the ground, blending in with the abundant sprouts below. "I must remain disciplined."

There was no need, Kibito knew. If nothing else, the god was too disciplined. Kibito often believed Kaioshin was too harsh on himself at times. He had yet to say so aloud. Instead, he would make the impression of ensuring the god's integrity.

"That you will, Master," said the attendant. "I will not allow you to overlook your responsibilities."

They began to walk in whatever direction the smaller footsteps took them. Kibito simply followed the deity obediently, watching the glint of gold signaling each step the Supreme Kai took. Though his eloquent fingers were laced respectfully at his back, Kaioshin was feeling for a place to begin his task at hand.

They traveled quite some distance before his steps ceased – away from the volumes of topography, where the ground leveled and spread evenly. It was then Kaioshin lowered himself to the ground, sitting cross-legged with hands folded upon the fabric pulled taunt by his position.

"Do as you will, Kibito," Kaioshin said. His voice was softer than characteristic, carried by his gradually exhaling breath. "This is the place I will complete my meditation today. Do not wait on me, as I feel the universe will request my deepest attention as always."

"Certainly, Master," Kibito said, nodding dismissively.

Although he had seen the Kaioshin go about his divine duties numerous times before, every instance differed greatly. The way the cosmos seemed to drink away at the ki that the God of Gods gave so selflessly varied. Today, the universe was not notably thirsty. It had little to heal since the previous offering.

Kibito was thankful. There were times when the universe was draining - desperate to regain the energy it had lost to evil happenings or to destruction. These occasions were few and far between. When they occurred, they were indelible – times where Kibito struggled to watch the energy of his beloved Kai drawn so forcefully and abundantly, he feared for the life of his Master. Times existed where that small body collapsed before him, barely respiring until Kibito intervened.

Kaioshin could simply be too giving, even as a deity. Kibito could only thank the universe, for today was not one of those desperate days.

...

When Kaioshin closed his eyes, he could see everything. Where others saw darkness behind the boundaries of their flesh, the God could go beyond.

With each breath, he took the gases of the galaxy into himself, further strengthening the bond between him and the fibers of the universe. He felt the space expanding within him, consuming each cell in a cradle of complexity – elements entering his being in a manner that was both alien and familiar to him. Only this way could he begin to interweave himself in the time-space of the universe he was blessed with, holding it as a mother would her infant to her chest: protectively, comfortingly, securely.

As the pressure in Kaioshin reached equilibrium, he began reconnecting with other senses. Touch rekindled in the surfaces of his skin, tingling before flooding into his fingertips. He realized that he could often look down from the quiet canvas of shimmering stars and see the faint outline of his hands. Beyond the elegant digits were his feet, relaxed at the ankles as he existed, spiritually suspended in space as his physical form remained on Kaiooshin-kai.

When Kaioshin wished for movement, he remained still. The objects of his scrutiny approached him. Stars drifted, burning brighter as the distance between them decreased. He could touch them then, the flames of suns licking his fingertips eagerly. When dismissed, they returned to their respective places where fate had thought fit to place them.

Among it all, Kaioshin sensed the many moods of the universe with his ki. Planets were at peace. Inevitably, other planets were at war.

Conflict remained one of the few constants of the cosmos to Kaioshin's despair. This was perhaps the first lesson he had been educated in as a Supreme Kai and now fully understood after thousands of years. In the end, Kais must understand their place in the universe – they could console and inform, intervening only when mere mortals could not resolve their differences.

For now, the cosmos was not crying for help. And so he found himself watching the lives of those who were at peace and prosperity- the species who signed treaties. The civilizations learning to tend their land and support growing populaces. The mothers who held their newborn offspring, whispering promises of protection and endless love.

Beautiful tears brimmed his lidded eyes, a single droplet escaping the embrace of dark lashes to fall past softly smiling lips.

...

The serenity Kibito saw in Kaioshin's face brought warmth to his heart and caused him to release the breath growing stale in his chest.

Had he been holding his breath all along? Kibito could not force himself to tear his eyes away from the deity in deep meditation before him. Instead, he found his hands eager to rise and run over his own broad chest. Beyond the heavy beating of his heart, his ribs expanded and contracted. Yes, he was breathing now.

But, Kibito realized, it would not have been the first time the sight of the Supreme Kai had taken his breath away. With it happening so recurrently he would not have been surprised if the hitch in his respiration had become natural to him.

Still, it confounded Kibito. He believed himself to be a man completely aware of almost everything occurring around him. At most, he was receptive of his own well-controlled body - so aware he realized that had his own hands not taken to his chest, he would be reaching out to touch the beautiful being before him. So enrapturing, with that look of exposed contentment on his divinely designed features.

Kibito shook himself and took an distancing step away, putting just enough span between him and Kaioshin to capture that desire and control it. Centuries ago, he would have never made such a move, fearing that any action would disrupt the delicate balance achieved by the deity before him. Centuries ago he was a fool. In the current time he was not and so moved without concern.

His feet carried him away – far enough to reach the base of a nearby tree yet remaining near enough to Kaioshin that he could hear if summoned. He could still see the sealed eyes of the Kai and would be aware when they opened, signaling the return of his Master to their place of physical existence. He could still see the way the gentle wind carried wisps of white hair in the direction the God faced and how his earrings caught the breeze, swaying forward ever so slightly.

What was his Master seeing, Kibito wondered before submitting to the fact that he could never comprehend even if told. He dropped the notion and reached down to bury his broad hand into one pocket of his clothing, pulling out a book bound in soft, pliable leather.

As he vacantly opened the book, Kibito's mind became distracted by his knowledge of what the Kaioshin was not seeing- his servant's sinful desires.

It was not a question of Kaioshin's ability to read Kibito's mind as easily as one would the book lying exposed in the guardian's broad pink hand. If the Supreme Kai could see the far stretches of the universe at will, he could effortlessly probe the mind of any soul at any desired time, unperceived by its owner. Kibito only felt comfortable in the confines of his body because Kaioshin had granted his bodyguard respectable privacy.

Sometimes, Kibito wished he did not have the freedom and peace of mind the God bestowed upon him. Then he would not be enabled to think such unholy thoughts. It never failed to feel as though he was breaking Kaioshin's trust in him whenever he proved weak against his desires for the deity.

It was not as if Kibito wished to bring harm to Kaioshin. As his bodyguard, it was Kibito's nature only to protect and preserve. He simply found himself unable to think in an otherwise manner.

What Kibito saw when he closed his eyes brought a hook of lust across his gut, sharp and undeniable. Violet supple skin tinged the sweetest of pinks, roused by desire and stimulation. Silken white hair, disheveled by the rapid motions of their moment, dampened by the humidity rising from their desperately struggling bodies.

Kibito was aware how he held his breath now, but he was beyond the thought of air. He had other needs that were more demanding since these were desires he could so rarely allow himself to indulge in.

How often the expressions of Kaioshin fueled Kibito's fervor. How his face, so young in appearance, could expose such utter innocence. The way his onyx gaze widen with unrestrained surprise. How heavily bordered his eyes had to be to distract from the volume of emotion dancing within the depths of his dark irises. Oh, how Kibito longed to take that look of shock and turn it into delicious, quivering, desiring acceptance.

As a Kai, Kaioshin resembled the definition of innocence. He lived a life of chastity, well above the needs of mortal and supposed selfish beings. No hand had ever touched him in ways that would arouse. Few beings ever had the honor of subsisting within reach of the Supreme Kai.

Kibito's hands were near and clenched at the book he absently held, permanently crinkling the delicate papers. With another pang of lust, Kibito realized how his current actions would reflect on Kaioshin would Kibito ever gain the chance to have his way with the virgin God. When touching that sweet unscathed deity's skin, Kibito would never allow himself to cause harm. No, he would only make his mark inside the holy temple of that petite, vestal body – deep, deep inside.

How, Kibito wondered, opening his eyes to see his beloved deity, could anyone, even immortals, see such a creature and not feel the temptation rushing through his blood now? Even Kibito had been immune to this lust for years. Perhaps it only took time to break down the securities of even the strongest soul.

Yes, it was only a matter of time until Kibito found himself in this predicament since he was at Kaioshin's side almost constantly – far more than any creature in the universe could dream of being. It was Kibito's most cherished blessing. He would lose his life to protect that right and do nothing to risk it.

You are certainly at risk of losing him so long as you have these immoral thoughts, Kibito told himself. He closed his eyes again with a deep sigh, allowing the book to drop from his hands so that he could rub slowly at his temples, trying to erase the imagery brewing inside. The novel landed in his lap with a muted thump of fabric.

Kibito was not a Kai. He was not powerful enough to deny his hungers. He only gave up his existence as a mortal so that he could protect Kaioshin and follow his every whim. Compared to the honor Kibito had now, serving the supreme being, he had relinquished very little - perhaps nothing of any worth. How could he ever expect, even in his dreams, to have the deity give him something so priceless as himself?

Kibito was not foolish enough to expect anything. And so he began submitting his mind yet again to the images that plagued his nearly every resting moment, as if giving in to his hunger made it easier to bear.

Kaioshin would tremble at Kibito's touch, nerves struggling to take in every new sensation Kibito hungrily introduced to his innocent body. His eyes would be wide, uncertain yet wholly accepting and submitting, his body melting into Kibito's gentle hands. Their temperatures would mix and increase in unison until the heat became almost unbearable. That sweet lavender skin would shimmer with sweat.

Kibito could only imagine what it would be like to hold his Kaioshin so close, to feel the lithe and petite form against his own broad body. While the deity appeared frail, Kibito knew his body would be anything but. His frame was thin if only to remain proportionate to his height. There would be no weakness in his being other than his inexperience.

He would learn and Kibito would teach him. Kaioshin would quickly master how to react – how to trust his body to express its desires, how to speak his own with baited whispers and sighs and pants. There would be no need for telepathy – they would read the language of each other's bodies flawlessly. And then Kaioshin would learn how to scream.

Dear God, Kibito could see it with the clarity of reality. That face - that ethereal, impish face - contorted with carnal desire. Kaioshin's hair, thick and luxurious and heavy with moisture, falling as his head reared back to expose his throat drawn tight with need. Those soft lips, moist and bruised by passion, crying out his broken name.

K-Kibito...

Kaioshin's hands, so elegant and angelic, clutching at his lover, unbearably desperate. Nails biting into skin, as if attempting to achieve the depth Kibito had reached within him.

Kibito..!

Kibito's own hands, grasping just above those tiny hips. So sweet, so lithe, so nimble. His rough thumbs would meet in the center, covering glistening navel. His hands, so broad, would even reach beyond, nearly crushing the form within them.

Kibito!

It was so real. All too real, in fact. Kaioshin's voice was ringing in his ears suddenly, losing the tone of wanton whimpers for one tinged with amusement.

"Kibito."

His dream vanished like smoke blown away by a cruel wind, causing the guard to scowl when he opened his eyes. Before him, the object of his desires stood, a bemused look on that innocent pixie face. Kaioshin's expression reassured Kibito that his thoughts had not been invaded by the deity. Those angled eyes were aimed at the book splayed open in Kibito's lap.

"I see that your novel did not meet your entertainment expectations," said the Supreme Kai. "Remind me to avoid the title unless I am short of rest".

Still, Kibito's heart felt frozen at the risk of being exposed. Surely, Kaioshin would not stand before him with that sweet smile on his face had he peered into the mind of his trusted servitor. With that realization, Kibito calmed himself and began to stand, only ceasing when Kaioshin lifted a dismissive hand.

"Do not rise on my account," he said, lowering his small body to sit cross-legged besides Kibito. "The scenery is splendid and we have little to concern ourselves with".

Had Kibito felt apprehension for the state of the universe, his worries would have been calmed at the reassuring words of the deity. It had been the expression of peace, still lingering on that divine face, that comforted Kibito.

He had expected nothing less from the universe that day.

To Be Continued...?

Author's Note:

I am quite disappointed with it so far. It seems a bit choppy to me, perhaps because I initially wanted to focus on the naughty parts. I feel like I write sexual concepts much better than anything else. It makes my writing appear cheap to me.

Now I see why people focus stories around actual events. Kais don't seem to do much of anything when the universe isn't in peril. No one likes reading mundane stories. I certainly struggle with writing them. Sadly, many of the ideas I had for events in this story just didn't seem to fit in what's written so far.

As always, review and I will continue.